When Pigs Fly

I have a flying pig at homeWho’s going through his teenage years.He stays out late and chews my gnomeAnd when it’s bath time, disappears.I don’t know what to do with him,He never does his chores on time,But every now and then, on whim,I’ll hear him sing a joyful rhyme:

“I am a flying pig, it’s true.I love to soar up in the sky.I may blend in, I’m also blueAnd white – you have to train your eye.It bugs me when I hear the phrase,‘When pigs fly’, as if they never do.I want to cry out, Upward gaze!I’m flying here, but why aren’t you?”

Darn you woman…didn’t say that at all…to me whimsical is something that belongs to the young. Once people start getting old they get pretty cynical…and then maybe when pigs fly they will actually appreciate something silly and whimsical…their sense of humor is all distorted…now wonderful white and blue pigs that camoflauge with the sky is absolutely lovely!

I use the word fantabulous as well! I think it is a legitimate word as my spellchecker doesn’t highlight it. Yumtastic is another great word! Not an accepted mainstream word yet though, or so it seems according to spellchecker. I’m glad you enjoyed this! 🙂

Ah, teenagers. Can’t live with them….. can’t live with them. Two currently in my household. But the 23 year old is worse! Chores? Spelled..n…o…t…….o…n……y….o…u….r……..l…i….f….e.
Lovely, capturing that lazy, idyllically happy dementia of teens. 🙂 x

I wonder what that cat could see
Looking through the glass at me.
“You won’t find a butterfly in my room,
Try a rainbow for its colourful bloom.”
It turns out that that cat could see
A heart of joy inside of me.
For s/he and I have this we share…
A love for each other that’s beyond compare.
By Sandra Marie Robertson and dedicated to all cats (including two-legged varieties)

Cubby, to me perhaps you are writing about our adult inner longing to be a kid again! Some adults just can’t bring themselves to be joyful and silly! To me no reason is need!
A lovely, fun, silly poem that speaks to the kid in each of us!

Cubby, the whimsy of this delightful little poem is just totally offscale! Thank you for starting my morning with a chuckle. Love it! Now I think I’ll join my wife at breakfast — toast, scrambled eggs, and flying bacon. *grin*

Cubby, what big, beautiful blue eyes you have! Thanks for visiting me at Be Whole Now so I could meet you here. Your more serious poetry is lovely and evocative, though I must admit that this one gave me such a grin and a chuckle. Perfect way to begin the day! Thanks for the uplift and for sharing your gift of words with us all!

Hehe I’m glad you enjoyed this poem. I never know how my silliness will be received, but it is so nice to see that there are adults who appreciate a little silliness here and there. Thank you so much for your lovely comment and for reading the words I have to offer. 🙂